I had a hunch when I crawled out of the tent this morning that we wouldn't fly due to the strength and direction of the wind. (We tow from an airstrip and the wind was 90 degrees cross from the south around 15). After the day was canceled by the safety committee around mid-afternoon about half of the pilots headed to the local swimming hole.
People were diving from a high abandoned railway trestle, swinging on a rope swing below, and just swimming in the river. No diving for me, but I'll be back next year to give it a go.
It was easy to dive off; the bridge even came with instructions.
I captured a couple later dives, including Linda's daughter Dana.
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